All language subtitles for Outlander Blood of My Blood S01E09 720p x264-FENiX[EZTVx.to].srt - eng(2)

[Ellen] Previously...

Raibeart Ruadh MacGriogair.

The notorious Rob Roy.

[Ned] Rob Roy is, of course,
a known Jacobite

and traitor to the crown.

The Grants have avoided

any Jacobite associations
until now.

The MacKenzies would be wise
to follow suit.

I love you, Julia.

What's wrong?

Nothing at all.

It can't be you.

[dramatic music plays]

[Julia] We'll find our way
back to each other.

-I promise.
-You've been married?

Aye.

You've helped me greatly

by ensnaring
the MacKenzie lass.

[Ellen] I'll find a way
out of my betrothal.

I swear it.

[Brian] We will.

A test must be performed
to ascertain

whether or not your virtue
is intact.

[clergyman] Virgo intacta.

[Mrs. Fitz] Virtue intact.

Dinna think I'm not grateful

that you saved
Lady Ellen today.

But if you truly love her,
you'll stay away from her.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

♪ Long the way ♪

♪ O'er the bridge I crossed ♪

♪ For my love ♪

♪ For my love that's lost ♪

♪ By the brae ♪

♪ In the verdant moss ♪

♪ Where I watch
Where I wait ♪

♪ For my love that's lost ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hi a bho ♪

♪ Hoireann eile o ♪

♪ Hi a bho ♪

♪ Fair a leo fair a lè ♪

♪ Hi a bho ♪

♪ Hoireann eile o ♪

♪ 'S tu mo run
'S tu mo ghràdh ♪

♪ Agus m' eudail o ♪

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

[knock at door]

Come in.

What the devil
are you waiting for?

[baby fussing]

You sent for us?

Aye, but I didn't
send for the bairn.

I was feeding him.

[Lovat] Well, that duty belongs
to the wet nurse.

It won't be long
until I'm fully restored

and we celebrate our union...

[clinks]

...the way
the good Lord intended.

Why did you send for us?

I called for you, Brian,
because you'll be joining me

at the Earl of Mar's tynchal
at Braemar.

Which clans are
to attend this year?

[Lovat] Well, nearly
all of them, I imagine.

The Grants?

[Lovat] Well, where else
would they be?

Well, except Isaac, of course.

Hmm.

May he rest in peace.

The Grants will
undoubtedly bow to me.

Now that the MacKenzie slut
has been exposed,

I'll have no trouble

from the rest
of the Red Jacob brats.

Make yourself ready, Brian.

We leave today.

Oh, and as for you, my lady,

you are to see to the castle.

If that's your desire, my Lord.

Well, as my wife,

the responsibility falls
to you.

Does it not?

Yes...

but I half wondered
whether you might be

thinking of taking Simon
with you.

A wee bairn?

Why?

[Julia]
Because of the prophecy.

Your son will be king one day.

Wouldn't that strengthen
your influence

among the clans, perhaps?

Well, he'd be
the only babe there.

I know
you're a Sassenach, Julia,

and you're not privy
to all of our customs,

but you see,
the Earl of Mar's tynchal--

Aye, but Father,

now ye have a legitimate son.

[suspenseful music plays]

[Lovat] Aye.

♪ ♪

[Brian] Of course,
you'd need to be canny,

and careful who ye tell--

Enough.

You think I can't tell
who can be trusted?

Perhaps it was
foolish of me to offer.

I was only thinking
of your heir's future.

Aye, well, look at him.

He is a braw wee lad.

Aren't you?

He favors his father.

[Lovat] Hmm.

Then the wet nurse
will join us.

Might Julia join us as well?

All fine lords
in good standin'

will have their wives
wi' them.

Very well.

Prepare yourselves
for Braemar at once.

[upbeat music plays]

♪ ♪

[Man] Halt the coach!

[horse neighing]

[Malcolm]
Uncle, where'd you spring from?

London, where I've been
attending to matters

on yer father's behalf.

When I heard of his passing,

I set out to travel
to ye at once.

Ye were missed at the funeral.

'Tis a pity of the world,
nephew,

losing such a father,

and just as your life
as a man has begun.

Thank you.

I've come to further
Isaac's work

and protect his legacy,

which is you.

I see ye are wise enough
to bring a henchman,

though not quick enough
to have been much help

had I posed any danger to you.

Ah, well, you remember
father's bodyman,

-Mr. Arch Bug.
-Aye.

And uh, this is Mr. Henry Grant,
our bladier.

Henry Beauchamp Grant, sir.

-An Englishman.
-[Henry] Mm-hmm.

And a gentleman
by your speech, sir.

How'd that come about, lad?

Ah, well, Father chose Henry
for his skill.

I maintain his services
because he's been loyal to me.

That remains to be seen,
Master Grant.

M'Laird.

You'll address me according
to my station, Mr. Bug.

[chuckling]

Apologies, M'Laird.

Well, join us, Uncle.
There's room in the coach.

We're no' far from Leoch,
where we'll rendezvous

with my betrothed
and her brothers.

Surely ye'd prefer to rest

before you journey on
to Braemar.

Ah, I'll meet ye there.

I'm eager to pay a visit
to yer intended

as soon as possible.

Put a face to the name
of the lass

ye've written to me about.

Ye're soon to be wed, lad.

Aye.

Well, ye'll be charmed by her.

No doubt.

[dramatic music plays]

Ha!

♪ ♪

[Colum] So we are agreed, then?

Aye, Colum.
How often must I say it?

Many times as I require.

'Tis the future well-being
of the clan that's at stake,

a considerable weight
on our shoulders.

Well, mine are braw enough.

Are yers?

You can play the braggart
wi' me, Dougal,

but I can sense
yer apprehension.

And if I can sense it--

Oh, ye've a nose
for apprehension, then, do you?

'Tis the Earl of Mar's
annual tynchal.

Ye ken all eyes
will be upon us.

[Dougal] Aye.

Auld men who wish us
to lick their boots.

Those auld men have
power, wealth,

could slice yer bollocks off

and serve them to ye
on a platter.

So, ye'd best remember yerself.

We canna afford a misstep.

Ye'll reassure me
as many times as I require

before we cast the dice.

[Ellen] Intending
to try yer luck with wagers

at Braemar, are you?

We're speakin' of clan matters
that dinna concern ye, Ellen.

I suppose not.

I'm merely a pawn
to ensure a strong

and fruitful alliance
with the Grants.

Oh, Ellen MacKenzie,

ye have finally accepted
yer role to play.

Well, we canna all cling
to our convictions,

can we, Dougal?

[door opens]

[servant] Apologies, M'Laird.

The gentleman wouldna wait
to be announced.

Who might this gentleman be?

Malcolm MacKinnon Grant.

Pleased to meet ye.

Ellen MacKenzie.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance, Mr. Grant.

Ah, ye may call me Uncle.

We're soon to be family.

As you wish.

Leave us.

[chuckles]

Us leave you?

[Uncle Mac] 'Tis not yourselves

with whom I've come
to acquaint myself.

I wish to speak wi' yer sister.

Make sure we're not disturbed.

[door clicks]

[door clicks]

Welcome to Leoch... Uncle.

[Uncle Mac chuckles]

Well, then, niece,

let us acquaint ourselves
and speak as though

we've kent one another
a lifetime.

If that is what pleases ye.

Oh, what pleases me
is an unrivaled match

for my nephew.

I've heard of yer beauty
and yer sharp mind.

In fact, Malcolm barely writes
of much else.

[Ellen chuckles]

I am honored
by his good opinion, sir.

[Uncle Mac] Aye, yeah.

Word of other virtues
you may or may not possess

have been brought
to my attention as well.

If you're speaking
of the rumors against me...

I wish for you to tell me

why your virtue was brought
into question.

Rumors and gossip
from a disreputable man

who wants nothing more
than to destroy

my family's good name.

Mm.

My purity was proven.

[Uncle Mac] I'm a man ye'd be
wise to be honest wi', lass.

I've a way of gettin'
to the truth of matters.

[both chuckling]

I've great regard for your wish
to assess me on my own merit.

My own father taught me
to look at all the facts

and judge all sides
of matters as well.

[laughs]

Oh, there's the keen mind
I heard a great deal about.

I ken well enough
Malcolm values your cleverness.

But Clan Grant values
loyalty above all else.

Now, my nephew believes

the sun rises and sets wi' ye.

Will you be a good

and faithful wife to him?

We MacKenzies may be spirited.

-Curious, indeed.
-Mm.

Stubborn, aye,
to a fault at times.

But once we are wed,
we are faithful forever.

You know, I kent your father.

Ah, a man who could convince ye
the sun was shinin'

whilst the rain
lashed your face.

Aye.

My da was a persuasive man.

But then you must have kent
my mother too.

She served my da well.

Hmm.

Serve Malcolm well,

and there will be
no ill will between us.

[dramatic music plays]

Mind, though, Lady Ellen,

if ye break my nephew's heart,

I'll rip your own
from your chest.

♪ ♪

[Mrs. Fitz]
Take that to the kitchen.

[servant]
Yes, ma'am, right away.

[Mrs. Fitz] Away wi' you.
On you go.

The Grants have all arrived.

Ye must go.

Ye're cold to the touch.

-Are ye well?
-No.

[Mrs. Fitz] What is it?
Have you caught Letitia's ague?

No.

[Mrs. Fitz]
What's happened, then?

Malcolm's uncle threatened

to rip my heart from my chest

if I broke Malcolm's.

He would, the auld fiend.

See that ye dinna so much as
look at another man at Braemar.

And if Brian is there?

For Christ's sweet sake, lass.

Ye came within a hair's breadth
wi' that test of yer purity.

Ye'll not be so lucky
a second time.

As it is,
we'll need to be wily as foxes

to manage your weddin' night,

make certain ye bleed
when ye're meant to.

[Ellen] Oh, Christ.

I hadn't considered that.

[Mrs. Fitz]
Dinna fash, mo chridhe.

We'll manage that
when the time comes.

Women have been puttin'
that one over on men

since Eve ate the apple.

But there must not be
the slightest glance

betwixt you and anyone
but Malcolm Grant,

or at least one of you
will be dead.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[horse neighing]

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

I really am sorry
about your father.

Thank you.

Your family's attendance
at his funeral

meant a great deal to me.

You must miss him terribly.

Aye.

I do, just as you miss
your own, I imagine.

Aye.

I still expect him
to come to breakfast.

My heart breaks
when I see his empty chair.

I ken what ye mean.

For me, it's, uh--
it's just the wee things.

Since before I could talk,
I'd bring him things to show.

A pretty pebble...

[Ellen laughs]

[Malcolm]
...a stick wi' a fork in it,

uh, the egg of a bird.

He'd always be interested.

Admire what I found
and talk to me about it.

I'm glad I got the chance
to show him you.

It was the same
with me and my da.

Though 'twas more things
I'd read in books,

bits o' poetry and the like.

Losing my father has
made me think more clear.

Life's not long,

and we must make the best
of ourselves.

I don't want to waste
any more time.

Now that I'm laird,

I want nothin' more
than for you to be my lady.

Shall we?

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

Your presence is
always such a blessing.

♪ ♪

That's McMurtry.

[Colum] Christ almighty.

-One o' the Gallowglass?
-[Dougal] Aye.

[Colum]
Who invited those assassins?

Whoever has the coin
to pay them.

It's time you made
the tour of the tent,

refresh your memories
of the players at hand

before the Earl of Mar
greets us.

There will be time
for lassies later.

[indistinct chatter]

There's Ellen

wi' Malcolm Grant.

Hurts, doesn't it?

Seein' the lass ye love

enjoyin' the company
of another.

-Aye.
-Aye.

Well, the lass is lost to ye.

She's better for it,
if ye ask me.

I dinna recall
asking you anythin'.

Of course not.

Ye're in the habit
of takin' what ye wish

wi'out considerin'
the consequences.

Oh, aye, I ken about the ordeal

Ellen was forced to go through
on yer account.

My auntie told me.

At least she's safe
wi' Malcolm.

♪ ♪

-How are you?
-[chief] Good day.

-Good to see you.
-[chief] Good to see you, sir.

[Lovat] Murtagh.

Come tell me what you've seen,
what you've heard.

There's word of a guest
in attendance,

a special friend of the Earl's.

He's to be introduced
by the Earl himself.

Gatherin' money
for the Stuarts?

I dinna ken.

But the wealthiest
and most influential

Highland clan chieftains
have all arrived.

[Lovat] Aye,
and took the finest sites

nearest the castle
for themselves,

leavin' the rest of us to camp
near the horse pens.

Make the rounds once again
and report back.

♪ ♪

[tender music plays]

♪ ♪

Julia.

[Julia] Henry.

[baby fussing]

Is this...

♪ ♪

[baby cooing]

And who might you be?

An admirer of our son.

He's heard of the prophecy,
haven't you?

Yes, suppose I have.

Ah, a Sassenach supporter.

The world does have
its wee surprises, does it not?

My wife and I will not
consider your otherness

a mark against you.

Will we, my dear?

No, we will not.

Your wife?

Aye, a beautiful rose
of the English variety,

a gentle temptress
who fell into my life

and won me over with her grace
and considerable charms.

I blessed her with the bonniest
of wee laddies.

Didn't I, my sweet?

-Yes, my Lord.
-[Lovat chuckles]

Excuse us.

There are many fine folk here
who Mistress Fraser

and my heir must meet.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

I told you he has a talent
for slippin' away.

He has a weakness
for whores, ye ken.

If he does slip away,
no doubt you'll find him

skulking near the brothel tent.

I am able to distinguish
between a man's

professional countenance
and his personal proclivities,

Mr. Bug.

The Earl has called a meeting
of the clan chieftains.

You will accompany me
and my nephew at once.

♪ ♪

[laughter and chatter]

Those are auld Jacob's lads?

Aye, that's Colum,
laird of the MacKenzies,

and his brother, Dougal,

who serves
as the clan's war chief.

I heard the strife
that struck Clan MacKenzie

after Seumas Ruadh died
without naming a successor.

But why split
the clan leadership

betwixt a laird
and war chieftain?

Ah, Dougal is a fine warrior

who could inspire men
to do damn near anything.

He doesna have the temperament
needed to be a laird.

Now, we should,
ah, consider them

two important halves
that make a strong whole.

Dougal is the MacKenzie brawn.

Colum is its sound mind.

And I suppose we're to believe
yer nephew,

new to lairdship himself,
has talent for both?

Question my laird's might
at your peril, MacPherson.

Well, as ye're betrothed
to their sister,

I suppose you've reckoned
to the matter

of the MacKenzies'
cleaved leadership

to your satisfaction.

I have.

[chatter hushes]

Welcome, gentlemen.

Welcome, all.

The tynchal is my favorite
event of the year,

and I'm delighted
that so many of you are here.

I hope you'll join me
in welcoming yet

a rather unique guest.

[crowd murmuring]

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

I trust I need no introduction.

I dare say you do not.

[Rob Roy]
Thank you to the Earl of Mar.

What is he doing here?

Thank you,
fine gentlemen, here today.

Many of you ken me

and ken my purpose too,
I think.

Now, the English,

the English have
persecuted my family,

my clan, for centuries

wi' no cause, save greed.

[all] Aye.

And a German interloper

who has ruled with tyranny
that has oppressed many.

[crowd murmurs]

And many of ye here
have less now

than ye had
not so many years before.

[crowd murmurs]

And the rest of ye,
the rest of ye have been

lulled into complacency

by the English coin.

Aye, the crown may bless ye
wi' one hand.

But they will take
wi' the other.

'Tis only a matter of time

before the English
persecute you as well,

reive your kine,
strip yer clan lands from ye,

and brand ye outlaws.

There are those here
that think,

"That willna happen to me.

My clan has been loyal
to the crown."

Well, lads,
there was a time when I,

was fool enough
to think the same.

But I see no fools
before me now.

[all] Aye.

[dramatic music plays]

I see men
wi' desires like mine.

A desire to have
a destiny of our own makin'.

-Aye.
-Yes.

[Rob Roy] Which is why
we canna wait any longer

to restore our true king
to his throne.

[all] Aye!

And restore justice
to the Kingdom o' Scotland!

I, Rob Roy,

draw my sword
on behalf of the Stuart cause.

And I will not hesitate
to lay down my life

for our rightful king!

[all] Aye!

A Scottish ruler rising
from the Fraser bloodline,

uniting the clans
for centuries to come.

[Earl of Mar] A rousin' oration
from MacGregor,

able to speak plainly
with great candor.

Most refreshing to hear
after the months

I've spent mired
in hand-wringing

and doublespeak in Parliament.

And now, now I share
the true reason

I've called you to hear
from MacGregor directly

and thus allow
this circle of gentlemen,

if I may include you all,

to decide our allegiance
to the cause

and declare it.

[crowd whispering]

Let us all enjoy
the games today

and the tynchal tomorrow.

And afterwards,
we shall reconvene.

And each chieftain
will cast a vote

for or against
movement forward.

Be assured
you'll no' be hampered

nor hindered
in your leaving tomorrow

no matter your vote.

[crowd murmuring]

I am much of your mind,
my Lord.

Well, I'm glad
to hear of it, Lord...

Lovat.

Lord Simon Lovat.

I shall return tomorrow
with my heir

armed with knowledge you will
undoubtedly find valuable

to the cause.

Though there are men here
plagued by scandal

and not suited to hear it.

[chuckles]
Save yourself, of course.

Ah, you, Fraser, are a liar,

a fantasist, and a scoundrel.

[tense music plays]

I did you a good turn,

alerted your family
of the MacKenzie slut.

The lass' purity was proven.

No. No, no, that- that can't be.

I- I would have heard about it.

[chuckles]
Ye wouldna, Fraser.

D'ye ken why?

Because you make mischief
wi'out the slightest cause.

You spread lies to suit
your scurrilous agenda

about my nephew's betrothed,

about the false promise
of your heir,

as if seed
from your putrid loins

could amount to more
than a blight

-upon all of us.
-[all] Aye.

[Uncle Mac] You are
a detestable nodcock, Fraser,

and so is any man
who would confuse

your damnable lies wi' truth.

♪ ♪

I'm afraid I must end
our conversation here.

♪ ♪

[door clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

God bless the elder Grant.

Another moment of Lovat's lies,
and you two might have

spilt his blood
on the Earl's floor.

The day isna over.

If the Earl thinks
I'll take our clan to war

for their cause,
he is mistaken.

Dougal MacKenzie, is it no'?

You ken my name.

[Rob Roy] Oh, aye.

I recall any man
willin' to donate

a chest of coin to the cause.

Did ye bring it with ye?

No.

Disappeared durin'
the Redcoat raid

on our cattle auction
at Nairne's, aye?

[chuckles]

Well, perhaps ye can inform me

as to where
I might be able to find it

over a wee dram later.

Aye, perhaps.

[Rob Roy]
Gentlemen. How are you?

What coin was
MacGregor speakin' of?

'Twas a jest.
Ye ken MacGregor.

No, I do not.

I dinna keep company
wi' outlaws.

Did ye promise coin
to the cause?

A bit of Ellen's dowry money,
a wee contribution.

Without so much
as a word to me?

What the devil
were ye thinkin'?

Am I not the laird of our clan?

Is our sister not betrothed
to an ardent Loyalist?

Dinna speak to me that way!

I'm the war chieftain,
not a bairn!

[Colum] Well, ye conduct
yerself like one!

Let your better selves prevail.

We have been brought here
to discuss a matter of war.

[Ned] It is no war yet.

A vote must be had first.

And even if it were--

This is Grant money
ye're gambling with!

You care nothing for
the greater good of our clan.

Ye're selfish and shortsighted.

You fool me into believing
you care only for a chance

to dip your wick
wi' the lassies.

But no!

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

Did ye ken the Earl intended
to use this tynchal

as a cover
for his Jacobite agenda?

He is right to.

You canna be trusted.

[Dougal] My cause is righteous.

You care for our clan, aye.

But the whole of Scotland
is my concern.

You bent yer knee to me.

Lie to me again,

and I'll hire the Gallowglass

to cut yer tongue out
at the root.

Now tell me,

what in God's name else
are you hiding from me?

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[folk music playing]

-[both grunting]
-[laughter]

♪ ♪

[all cheering]

♪ ♪

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct shouting]

[both grunting]

[Brian]
I like the one in blue myself.

I was thinkin'
the lad in red has him.

[Brian chuckles]

I'm so sorry
for what ye went through.

I was sick wi' worry.

You only have power
over yer mind,

not outside events.

[indistinct shouting]

[all cheering]

[tender music plays]

♪ ♪

'Tis dangerous for both of us.

We must be careful.

I love you.

♪ ♪

[Ellen] I see Mr. Gowan
searching for me.

I'm expected to attend

the Countess of Mar's
sewin' circle.

Meet me later

in the old kirk
on the castle grounds.

♪ ♪

Arriving late
to the Countess's sewing circle

is not looked kindly upon.

The Countess can wait.

What is it, then?

[Colum] Ned.

Dougal.

Leave us.

[Ellen] What have you
told him, Dougal?

[Dougal inhales sharply]

Dougal.

The truth about you
and the Fraser bastard.

You've betrayed me, then.

I dinna answer to you,
Ellen MacKenzie.

Colum is my laird.

What were you thinkin', Ellen?

Brian Fraser.

What would Da say?

How dare you invoke our father.

How dare ye
be such a reckless fool!

Da's sworn enemy!

Christ, even Dougal
wouldna touch a Fraser.

I dinna expect you
to understand.

Then understand this.

I will have the bastard killed

if that's what it takes
to keep you from him.

You harm Brian Fraser
in any way,

and I'm finished wi' you.

I mean it.

Ye ken I have Malcolm's ear.

As his bride, I'll convince him

to withhold Grant allegiance

and Grant money
from Clan MacKenzie.

Where will ye be then, brother?

I need yer word ye'll stay away
from the Fraser bastard.

I'll need yours in return.

You have it.

I willna harm him.

-Or see him harmed.
-[Colum laughs]

Yeah, I ken your mind, Colum.

If any harm befalls Brian
at yer hand,

or at the hand of another
at yer behest--

Or see him harmed.

From this moment onwards.

You have my word.

[somber music plays]

I need assurance you'll keep
yer half of our bargain.

Ye must break wi' him for good.

♪ ♪

You have my word.

♪ ♪

[Brian] Mr. Grant.

Brian, is it?

I ken yer wife.

Yes.

I'm sorry to have been
the reason

to part ye from Julia again.

But ye must ken
she never stopped

trying to return to ye.

Her marriage to my father
isna what it seems.

So what happened?

[indistinct chatter]

Miss Beauchamp.

It's Mistress Fraser of Lovat
now, I'm afraid.

You married Simon Fraser?

A union that was
forced upon me.

We didn't get to speak of it
the last time I saw you.

There was a more pressing
matter at hand.

I wanted to thank you again.

You saved my life,
you and Brian.

I owe you a great debt.

I was glad to help.

Brian would do
anything for you.

The love you share
reminds me of...

[soft music plays]

Of what?

♪ ♪

You ken my secrets,

secrets you could reveal
and ruin me.

You can trust me wi' yer own.

You and Brian...

remind me of the love I share
with Henry.

Is Henry your lover, then?

He's my husband, my true love.

And yet you were forced
to marry Lovat.

[Julia]
Out of horrible necessity.

Henry and I were separated,

lost each other for a time.

How can you bear
to be with Lovat,

feeling as you do about Henry?

It's dreadful.

I don't have the liberty
to move or speak freely,

to let Henry know
what I've been through,

how I truly feel.

Tell him that I chose
what might be

a unforgivable betrayal

to keep our child safe.

Great sacrifice.

[Julia] It's what we do for
the ones we love, isn't it?

In spite of the pain
it causes you, you...

you protect them,
no matter the cost.

Losing them forever is
too great a price to pay.

Yes.

♪ ♪

Christ, I've missed you.

Let's go inside
where no one can see us.

No, no.

We can't.

Aye.

Aye. You're right.

We canna be careless
after what ye've been through.

What?

What is it?

Ellen, what is it?

We canna be together, Brian.

We can find a way.

No.

I was stubborn and foolish.

You're penniless,

without a foot of land
to your name,

and the bastard
of the most wretched,

immoral lord in the Highlands.

I was beguiled by you
for a time.

But my heart has changed.

We pledged ourselves
to one another.

I'm pledged to Malcolm Grant.

♪ ♪

My heart beats only for you.

Ye ken it as well as I do.

And yers...

yers beats for me too.

'Tis over between us.

[Brian]
I love you, Ellen MacKenzie.

And I ken ye love me as well.

Drawn to you.

But I'm not certain it's love.

Of course it is.

No, dinna speak for me.

I've my own mind.

And I'm not in love with ye,
Brian Fraser.

Perhaps I never was.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

How dare that
sanctimonious wretch

call my integrity
into question?

You, where were you
while I was being

badgered and dismissed

and treated
like dirt underfoot?

It's no business of yers.

Aye, you impudent boy.

You didna ask me to join ye--

and even if ye had,
I canna see how my presence

-would have mattered.
-Quite right.

It wouldn't have
because you're a--

you're a flimsy kite of a man.

Pathetic.

A gentle breeze
is enough to wound you.

[panting]

You can't even fuck properly,
it seems.

If you were even half a man,
you'd have taken

the MacKenzie slut's
maidenhead.

And she would have been
disgraced

before her whole family
and all the clans!

But no,
you couldn't even perform

when she was handed to you
on a plate!

-Enough, you wicked man!
-[baby crying]

Let me go!

[both grunting]

[baby crying]

Have you not learned
your lesson, boy?

Don't you know
where this will end?

[groans]

You have done nothing
but mire me in scandal!

You'll no' represent me
in the tynchal.

Murtagh will serve
in your place.

You'll be a beater instead.

You...

you're no son of mine.

Then I'm glad to be free of ye.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Ned] Mr. Grant.

Mr. Gowan.

Slàinte Mhath.

I had hoped to see you
before now at Castle Grant.

But with Isaac's passing...

If he hadn't died,
I would have killed him myself.

They lied to me, Ned.

They convinced me that my wife

and my child were dead.

But they're here at Braemar,

alive but not at all well.

Alive?

[stammering] And here?

That- that's an unconscionable
deception.

I-I-I'm sorry to hear it.

I can't leave here
without Julia and my son.

And I certainly can't return
to the service of the Grants.

I must escape.

If anyone were to- to find out
that I helped you--

I know.

I know what I'm asking of you.

If there was anyone else
that I could trust

or any other way...

I do not wish harm
to befall you, Ned.

I too have been
in a- a situation

that required immediate escape.

Sounds as though
you're gonna need

transportation for three.

That's right.

The full complement of Grants
will be taking part

in the tynchal tomorrow,
including Mr. Bug.

There'll be none to notice,

where you go or what you do
for a wee while.

[soft music plays]

Well, thank you.

I will never forget
your kindness.

What are friends for, then?

♪ ♪

Might I ask of you
just one more favor?

A small one
in comparison to the one

that you've already granted.

[Ned] My Lady?

Good day to you.

Mr. Gowan.
I'm a friend of Henry's.

He asked a favor of me
that I deliver this to you.

♪ ♪

[energetic folk music playing]

♪ ♪

[Malcolm] Lady Ellen.

Colum. Mistress Fitz.

I'm glad to see ye are no'
missing the hunt, Lady Ellen.

Though yer beauty is like
to spoil my aim.

[chuckles]
Your aim will be true.

If a grouse crosses my path,

ye'll have his wings
to grace a hat.

A fine present indeed.

[Colum]
Gallant gentleman, to be sure.

[Mrs. Fitz] And laird
of the House of Grant.

How fortunate for you
to be his lady.

Aye, how fortunate.

♪ ♪

[shield banging]

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

[both grunt]

Murtagh.

♪ ♪

-[both breathing heavily]
-[Murtagh] Go.

[indistinct shouting]

I thought ye were done wi' me.

If anyone's gonna kill ye,
it's gonna be me.

♪ ♪

[horse whinnying]

[Henry] Julia.

Oh, Henry.

My darling, I am so sorry.

I- I was desperately trying
to protect our son.

They were going to kill him
or take him away from me.

He was all I had left of you,
so I--

oh, the thought of it
makes me feel sick.

All that matters is that
I found you and William.

And you forgive me?

Brian told me what happened.

There's nothing to forgive.

[soft music plays]

Where's our son?

He's with the wet nurse.

[wet nurse] Mistress Fraser.

[Julia] The wet nurse is
approaching with Balloch,

Lovat's bodyman.

Meet me at Leathers.

I'll leave a--
I'll leave a mark for you

by the tree
near the broken wall.

I'll find the mark
and meet you there.

[tense music plays]

[Julia] An admirer of Simon
from earlier.

It seems that news
of the Fraser prophecy

is spreading.

♪ ♪

The time to cast your vote
for the cause has come.

All in favor?

[all] Aye!

Let us restore a Stuart King!

Aye, Clan Grant stands with ye.

[cheering]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

We proclaim James Edward Stuart

to be James VIII of Scotland

and III of England,
Wales, and Ireland.

[cheering]

♪ ♪

[crowd whispering]

Why would ye do that?

Throw yerself and the clan

headfirst
into the Stuart cause?

A decision needed
to be made, lad.

You forget yourself, Uncle.

A laird doesna hesitate.

He acts with decision.

His men, the clan,
those who are watching us

to see whether we'll survive
your father's passing,

they had to see that we'd act,

that we're still strong.

As laird,

I thank ye
for yer wise counsel.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

I look forward to seeing you
on our wedding day.

♪ ♪